"Too right," he grinned. "Clapton was a badass. I can also play Cocaine, Layla, and a few others." His fingers slid easily over the frets to cover a few bars of 'While my guitar gently weeps.' He couldn't count the hours he spent listening to songs over and over just to get specific sections right. He was a lot faster now, but he had taken the time to learn. This was his truest love, easy for another musician to understand.
He looked at his new friend and ran over the G minor progression. He didn't need to remind himself as much as he wanted to make sure the instrument hit every note like a fine wine. He counted down, "Five, four, three, ..." leaving the last two silent so as not to distract, and launched into the song, with a blues intro that Clapton used live. It didn't matter that the song was originally Bob Marley. Clapton made it legendary.
Once the song started, it was easy to lose himself in it. He had pushed himself off of his perch, standing a full six feet. The sun glanced off his hair, giving him a near golden glow. Deciding that he would just go for it, he also sang. His voice showed promise, although it was far from a perfect tenor. In rock and roll, he could pass with some training, and what he still lacked, he made up for with personality.